While organising our first big fundraiser thanks to the amazing folk at ToyWorld Porirua, we got the call that James and i would be going down to Christchurch to meet the people at the Van Asch Deaf Education Centre. This is the place that does all the testing and follow ups for people who have got Cochlear implants (among other things) and where we would be staying each trip to Christchurch. We also got to meet Phil Bird, the ENT surgeon who would be doing the surgery.
James was a star on the flights, even flirting with the air hostesses, and didn't stop grinning the whole time we were down there.
The tests all proved however, that James' hearing was almost entirely gone, and he couldn't hear our voices anymore. Phil decided that James would need the surgery asap.
We flew back to Wellington on the Thursday morning, and i got 3 calls all at once from everyone involved in Christchurch saying we needed to come back on Monday, James was booked for surgery on Wednesday. We promptly crapped ourselves, but turned up as ordered in Christchurch hospital on Monday morning.
We got to stay in Ronald McDonald House, which is the most amazing place ever, and had a huge playground to stuff Cameron in when ever we felt the urge to slaughter him (which was often. He was really making the most of being away from home to push all buttons)
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